TRUFFALDINO: My master is a gentleman from Turin, his name is Frederigo Rasponi.

ALL: SCREAMS WAAH

TRUFFALDINO: He is waiting outside
People: waah
TRUFFALDINO: He’d like to come in (scares the people)
All:SCREAMS WAAH
TRUFFALDINO: and i am to, wait... for an answer
BG (sfx): tiktoktiktoktik
PANTALONE: who are you? Talk to me T
RUFFALDINO: Well you can talk you can talk ,you can bicker you can a talk,
PANTALONE you can talk talk talk,
TRUFFALDINO you can bicker bicker bicker
PANTALONE: but you gotta know the territory (musical)
GIRL: you gotta know the territory
PANTALONE: ahh well !you can shut up white girl ! you’re all beak and everything. Let’s try this
again. Who are you are you ,Satan?
TRUFFALDINO: Satan? 2x no but he might be a cousin on my mother side. My name is
Truffaldino Battochio (bows to Pantalone) from Bergamo originally. Although we moved around
a lot. Now you tell me your name and something special.
PANTALONE: oh okay !Hi hi hi everybody! (with excitement) My name is Pantalone. ALL: Hi
Pantalone.
PANTALONE: That’s the way you say it if you say it right, but it doesn’t rhyme with baloney
TRUFFALDINO: (Snoring sound)
PANTALONE: Wake up! Wake up! (Wake up TRUFFALDINO) We're going to try this one more
time. Who is your master?
TRUFFALDINO: Poor old man, he must have something stuck in his hearing holes!
TRUFFALDINO shouts: MY MASTER IS FREDERIGO RASPONI OF TURIN
BG: drums
SHOUTS ALL: waaah (hysterical with wind effects)
PANTALONE: You are insane! Frederigo Rasponi is dead
TRUFFALDINO: dead?
LL: Dead! (one by one) Dead! (in chorus)
PANTALONE: So dead, then you arrived .
TRUFFALDINO: but when I left him outside, he was fine. A little tickle in the throat but nothing
to be concerned about. and now he’s knocking on death’s door. (knocks 3 times then opened it)
BG: knock
EVERYONE: Ah！！！！！！！(screaming)